2006-05-25 - photolithic quest
out of sort
out of mind
closed the door to all behind
only in a dream come true
a droplet in a stream come through
parts per million in the flow
a network thrill on overload
three-way handshakes
syn/ack/fin
till you get outta that fix you're in:
download viral software sin
creature comforts miniaturized
something cut me down to size
made me stop and realize
nothing can be saved
we are all depraved
thinking we're on top and riding fast
all the while reflecting on the past
a visitor from the future came
the one who always stays the same
the standard ancient genitor
the one outside of your heart door
knocking to come in
shocking to your skin
brings a secret code to give
to the ones who let him live
through the hallways and the rooms
of each chamber in our tombs
resurrection power
any given hour
raises up the things which last
to the future from the past
far beyond our wildest dreams
aeons beyond the reams of schemes
droplets, distillated streams,
ultra pure condensate steams,
trust zone tribal implant teams
self containment angstron beams
all surviving by the thriving
source of light and time and space
heart reviving, from self-striving,
as we each fall into place
to the all pervasive will
to the place of highest thrill
good for the body, mind and soul
relinquishing all mind control
finding sense behind it all
as defense stands as a wall
cutting off the ties that bind
saving us from all behind
exodus to promised lands
next to us are contrabands
sacred writings at our hands
revelation
proof of truth
invitation
old and youth
He's inviting through the roof
those who don't remain aloof
all who read this cyberscript
all delivered from the crypt
all who see, believe, receive
all who exit when we leave
as they couple what they hear
deep within the inner ear
words with childlike faith and trust
till that day it's trust or bust
till the last one has come in
from the outcast Bedouin
till the last one has arrived
from the farthest outreach tribe
all the lines which have been drawn
from the ways of dead and gone
we are destined to go on
(I thought I told you)
to the break of dawn.
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